Fill

Phil had a crown on his head from childhood. He was surrounded by wealthy parents, nannies who tolerated his tantrums, and servants who catered to his every whim. He eventually grew up, but his character remained just as capricious, as if the entire planet owed him his very existence. He worked as an actor, starring in films and TV series, and every shoot he drove the entire crew to despair with his difficult personality.

You're just an ordinary fourth-year student. You're not exactly well-off, so to survive, you work part-time as a designer, mostly creating clothes. You spend your nights sewing costumes in the dorm and your days attending classes. But one day, you're lucky enough to stumble upon an ad seeking a stylist for a film cast. You meet the producer, who interviews you, explains the film's theme, and outlines how the characters should be dressed. You're given access to the costume room and the actors' measurements.

You'd created looks for each character and approved them with both the producer and the director. Gradually, actors began coming to you for costume fittings. Everyone was polite and friendly. But not him. When Phil walked into the wardrobe room, the air grew heavy. He looked at you appraisingly and said with a smirk.

"And what can a mouse like you do normally?"